Monday, December 26, 2011

Love On the Breath of Impossibility - Dec. 26, 2011

 Artist - alnour - DeviantArt

Love on the Breath of Impossibility

Could I be defeated by love so sweet
moving in echoes
across an immense hidden wheel of fate,
spinning memories? 
Would the eyes of birds then bid farewell
to contentment
by removing the shroud of flight
finely covering me?

If I sang, a song scarcely heard
on the breath of impossibility,
could someone chime in with a glance of time
returning me to dust?
Or would it never shed into the places
where they set out in ships full of water
from the Fountain of Lust?

I once said the touch of a journey at first value
is held within the heart as a home
where faith has a character of its own. 
However, I was not prepared
for the power or vitality of a dream
surviving over the longest time
ever known.

Rising away there in the fields,
I wonder why love leaves
on the air of pain
with its thumbs held out
to the Light of Never.
Can a poet such as I
lengthen what is kept
inside the day when Love’s Court
is held lingering within forever?

A blizzard of vacancy is coming down,
filling my heart,
a heart once made of stone. 
Yes, I can be defeated
by love so sweet. 
It has a character of its own.
I bid farewell to this shroud of flight
and to this impossible
breath of song.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Hand of Sorrow - Dec. 11, 2011

When you found pleasure
walking on the bridge of night
you did not breathe in the eyes that cried.
You gave your heart to the dreams of midnight
all for the want of sighs.

You lived beside the cause of never
in a garden beautiful as the reasons why.
I never mentioned the winds of all your years,
always trusting,
one day you would fly.

You searched for sleep
by haunting ways that no tear
first had been. Time passed
left you singing an endless song
of dreams of midnight on the bridge again.

Your world had no time
where rain fell in crystal showers.
So in vain you burned to become part
of the skies that whispered words of honey
into your every hour.

When you found pleasure
walking on the bridge of night
you found the hand of sorrow.
You gave your heart to the dreams of midnight
while the eyes that cried,
found your tomorrow.

 © 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Mailing Letters to the Moon - Dec. 06, 2011

Mailing Letters to the Moon

Before you can feel the soft touch of poetry
and it can play a song for you,
look for the positive aspect in moonlit shadows.
Stop and wonder
how a heart breaks then makes friends
who give of themselves
until they bleed out on the cold floors
of the world.

Do you find that time lays heavy on you
within dreams
where snow melts in pictures
of piercing eyes
that mail letters to the moon.
Or are you afraid to look out the window
and stop pretending
you are falling in love with being all alone
with just your heart and a slingshot?

What litters the path where your feet move?
calling out to the sky
that there is no magic wish
staring at you
waiting for you to finish.
Does your breath catch in conversations
held with snowflakes
that spin and bow then fade away
leaving you to wonder
where you go
from here.

Has it come to the point
where you walk in the places
where white lies run through the stream of life?
Does innocence struggle with colors
that make our eyes believe nothing is true
when something new becomes old
inside of winds that creep
and freeze like icicles.

Before you can feel the soft touch of poetry
and it can play a song for you,
you must have walked this path
I have described.
Do not stand up and leave with your
thoughts racing,
climbing higher and higher,
lest you become one of those hearts
that bleed.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Monday, December 5, 2011

Let Us Always - Dec. 05, 2011

Let us not care when our lips rain sounds
that revolve around dreams
where our strength
requires effort in saying
I love you.

In those times when our faces prepare
for answers when we are all alone
let us somehow
be brought together,
holding hands, down on our knees.

Let us allow our fingers to run away
into the clear waters
of the language of our hearts
until we are lifted up
and refreshed anew.

Let our hearts always skip a beat
at the sight of the other
and our bodies
sway towards one another to bring
comfort into our lives.

Let us always dry each other's tears
and send the pain
we see in the other's eyes
into the arms that wait
to crush its very air.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Spun Web of Gypsy Invitation - Nov. 10, 2011

Spun Web of Gypsy Invitation

New colors embrace the memory of life’s soil
while looking at promises
that rush through our veins.
A tune is heard from our hearts'
circling places in time
where our eyes become the surface
of our souls,
greeting what we see floating
on the winds
of change.

Clearly visible as separate bodies
held on a spun web
of gypsy invitation,
why then do we only remember
the perfect peace
of how our minds meet.
You touch each breath I draw in
as if hunting down my despair
until it becomes as smoke
with leaving feet.

Before the stars were chiseled into an age
that held us captive,
sleep was where the light of the moon
played innocently.
Father Fate swirls, renames himself
with each breath I take,
keeping time for the promises
of true love
that still sing out
to you and me.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Wrapped Around Instinct - Nov. 03, 2011


Wrapped Around Instinct

A shifting veil of shadows
filled my vision
as if requiring breath aimlessly.
I drew fire into my veins
as my suitor,
when I sought out release.

Looking down upon the back
of my fingers
Warm contentment followed hopefully.
Picking up my hand,
understanding flamed
this fire in me.

A caress pledged half a dream.
Bit my lip suggestively.
Sweet and gentle touches
became phantoms
of hope,
welcoming in, seductive pleas.

Instinct wrapped around a veil
of shadows.
Found everything ever wanted.
Desire left kisses
on my brow,
whispered cries that taunted.

My soul gazed pleasures
state of mind,
took a deep breath of me.
Drawing fire into my veins
as my suitor,
I gave myself...shamelessly.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Monday, October 31, 2011

Afraid of Dust - October 31, 2011

Afraid of Dust

If I told you I am afraid of dust
that catches in places
where I am tired
Would you still find me 
so amazing and 
If I said what I think 
to those 
who have ears to hear
When I looked into your eyes
Would I still be 
the one?

If the song I sing tonight is not 
a soothing lullaby in an upside moon
Will you still love me
and the melody I create?
Because no matter how my song plays; 
we can still move on
To all those bright clouds
We anticipate

If I struggled to find words 
that washed 
over your skin like silk
That lingered dreamily in the light 
of your morning
Would you still hear the same sweet voice
when I am tired
and afraid of dust that catches
in places
On the words 
I am

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Landscape - October 29, 2011


To one whose name is written 
in the faint perfume
upon my neck
Your hands gently tend my landscape
with their caress
Each and every flower,
you gracefully bedeck
In the richest warmth 
of your undress

You move your morning breezes
into the darkness
of my night
Until I no longer know the season
or present year
Time is of no essence
within my sight
Of warmth or cold, 
I have no fear

To one whose name is written 
on every single line 
of my heart
In your ink flowing from the radiance
of our eternal sun
Your hands tend my landscape
in a world apart
Marked on a calendar 
of none

The cares of life, waft into silent pieces 
as they come to light
When your morning breeze 
upon my flowers
Each one you tend with your hand’s sight
Forgets these cares 
of ours

To one whose name is written
in my eyes 
as my master gardener
My flowers will always seek the ink
flowing from our sun
My landscape 
will be your garden harbor
From your breezes, 
I will never run

© 2010 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Count the Stars in Silence - Oct. 18, 2011

Count the Stars in Silence
Cover the touch wandering in and out
 of the brightest tides of time
 because  the splendor of diamonds
will run away
 leaving you with empty hands that sigh.
 Let your voice light everything
 that shakes your blessings,
 so that you may live,
 continue standing
 never hide.

Count the stars in silence,
get lost
in their features
 as you dream of holding hands
 with the tides of time.
 You will find yourself in flight
 over roads that meet years
 full of deep eyes
 with no tears.
Countless thoughts you will treasure,
 raining down
 in perfect rhyme.

Bid farewell to your trust in wealth
 it can die before your eyes.
  Cover the touch
of the brightest tides of time.
  Count the stars in silence
when you fly over the roads
 of your memories.
 A strong breeze
 will blow into your thoughts,
 as the finest wine.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

I Will Be There To See - Oct. 12, 2011

I Will Be There to See

I will be in the valley
where the sand meets the tree of fire
and walls that close in
do not exist.
My arms have become part of the stars,
when I walk they enfold night
with a web
encircling a kiss.

My heart contains a spirit of love
I obtained from the sea,
when my skies were filled
with all that I know.
I am here in the valley in between time
and the place where the tree of fire
still glows.

Come and take my hand
when your morning is cold,
until all that is left
is how you remember me.
Then, when you look into the glass
where your face was alone,
I will always be there
to see.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Serenading Your Basis - Sept. 27, 2011

Serenading Your Basis

You are a perfect branch
from yourself.
I have been waiting
at your roots,
trying to find myself.

Which part of your trunk
do I stem from,
I cry out to the moon.
Am I not a part of you
whose flowers
are in tune?

I am sharing needful moments
full of sensations anew;
becoming naked
with each breath I take,
singing a song
of truth.

Staring into forever
my heart pounds
with hopes and dreams.
I am waiting at your roots,
with beauty bursting
at my seams.

You are a perfect branch,
no need to conform.
I am here
serenading your roots
to become your flowers that adorn.

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/25/2011

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Hope's Perfume - Sept. 20, 2011

Hope’s Perfume

Like forgotten lines dancing around love
that never bloomed,
knowing not where to start or end.
You will know when you look
at the blurs that form
when crossing the night
once again.

Stretching across the lines are flowers
that once planned to brush the lips
of all the answers
you need.
Yet, the smile on your face
could change the mind,
overwhelm the heart
of destiny.

In the distance I see rain
coming down from the air of dreams
full of laughs and smiles
taking flight.
I stare for such a long time
knowing it could all soon go away,
and my heart cries
as I write.

Forgotten lines cut into winds
that wander
but have always been right there
dancing around love
that could bloom.
Without moving far off
or crossing the night
we can still
Hope’s perfume.

Neva Flores 09/20/2011

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Exhaled as Poetry - Sept. 14, 2011

Artist - Yarek Godfrey

Exhaled as Poetry

I feel your tenderness underneath my bare feet;
see my face as a reflection
of a flame, in your eyes.
One thousand teardrops
fell from your heart,
love swallowed each one.
Tasting comfort inside a smile,
a heart grows fond of drinking
love's replies.

Your words fall as leaves
into the river of my heart's desire,
come to life
as I exhale them as poetry.
Each breath I take
rises against another,
creating feelings inside my heart,
ringing in tones that listen to each thought;
bringing such a lovely peace
to me.

I am embraced by breezes
stirred from a lasting love
that has grown strong like an oak tree,
it bends but never breaks.
Love now sails as notes
pouring from my lips.
My heart leaps with joy
and sings replies perhaps unheard,
but felt with each breath
I take.

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/11/2011

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Imperfect Creatures - Sept. 07, 2011

 Imperfect Creatures
The spinning of the Earth is never interrupted
for anyone.
Although, faces of men whisper of experience
between ideas that come undone.

Deep questions slide into all we know to be,
step right in.
Yet, we do not hesitate to look away,
when their hours begin.

Looking back at the summer of our lives,
were we supposed to hold hands?
Perhaps we never tried, or merely gave up
in the end.

Just another minute or two tries not too smile
when reading what's been said.
We wait for justice, and then roll over
playing dead.

Settling in, we do not mention lessons
learned from each moment.
Is this not a step towards
what lies underneath our torment?

Are we running out of time and a foot behind,
because we do not care?
Do we only commit to that which comforts
our own air?

Sometimes I doubt if we closed our eyes for a second
we would see the entire picture,
perhaps because, we refuse to see ourselves
as we are,
Imperfect Creatures

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/05/2011.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Moving Within Your Arms - Sept. 02, 2011

Moving Within Your Arms

I searched for release
looking at arms saying move
within the magic of me.
Morning brought flames of reason
down to earth
to walk a long road of trust
filling empty spaces
I could see.

Certainly, as love has a rhythm
and my lips knew the pleasure
it bestowed.
Holding in the sound
was much more than I could bear
and nothing would keep me
to feel its flow.

I found a companion
who lit a fire under heartbreak
until it drifted
into a twilight unknown.
Awakening the child inside me
to breathe in a new brightness
of peace,
heartbreak was gone.

You are where I found release, never hesitating
to give enough to fill the empty spaces
with trust.
Certainly, as love has a rhythm
my lips are bound
to the flow,
move within your arms,
I must.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/25/2011

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Taste of You - August 30, 2011

Taste of You

The bond between us
does not quite speak to the stars
as precious carvings
but as seeds of happiness.
Here you see me in thought
rearranging reflections inside a message
held in glass.

Far away I hold my breath
then let it out to chase dream-filled sleep.
Soft sighs escape
streaming through the night
in shells of kisses
moving ultimately to form this lovely
smile I keep.

Quivering inside my dreams
are elaborate colors
that dance on my tongue.
I taste them as whispers of you.
The bond between us does not quite
speak to the stars, but here
in my dreams is sung.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/22/2011

Friday, August 26, 2011

I Can - August 26, 2011

I Can

I am able without a doubt
To take whatever comes my way
Because I believe that I hear a shout
Which says "I Can" every day

When all hope is shattered, it seems
And I am in the stress of strife
I will still lift my chin and chase my dreams
In this battle, I call "My Life"

I will not wait until tomorrow comes
To do what must be done
Because there is no "Can't"
Where I come from
I am as faithful as our sun

I do not believe that the world is to blame
For my grief or cares
And I do not think a single soul
Should feel ashamed
If my load is more than theirs

I bravely walk along a path I call my own
Not a step, do I take in fear
"I Can" is the name of my song
And I will sing it
Through my tears

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010